She lied to me.
Not once, not twice.
This entire time.

To her, I was the "cliche Mr. Popular," the star quarterback who owned Friday nights.
To me, she was the goth geek in the bleachers, playing clarinet in the band.

Despite our differences, I climbed through her window every night.
Even when we started college.

She was the only person who truly understood me, and I couldn't stay away from her if I tried.
Our connection was hot and toxic, but we never dared to put out the flames.

We fell too hard, too fast…
And this wouldn’t have been a problem except for the fact that I was already dating someone else.

Her sister.